*
perhaps I live eternally
beyond the world’s borders
without realizing
those limits useless talks
and mean chit-chats
laid out as spider webs
perhaps I fly protected
in the blinding light
and at night I cry
cause I did not grasp it
.
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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*
I will close this page
and put it away
I will have a look
at such light
lingering
I will stand eventually
get up and displace
myself in a busy store
drunk in sounds and souls
I will pick you up
later when this
wind ceases
one more time
running uphill
.
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From the collection “The London Hours”, 2012.
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*
when dad died they
clothed him for funeral
his hands so beautiful
crossed over his chest
they were the only thing
talking of him to me
I took a picture my
relatives anger rose
I could not avoid that
I haven’t seen it once
that picture it’s hiding
away to be gazed at on
a day when I’ll accept
distance or enjoy
closeness where
will my hands
go when I die
not on my chest
nor on my belly
for that short
time of the viewing
a sense of lack
of no more breath
a heaviness not favoring
digestion nor straight aside
as a soldier of whose army
.
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*
.
could it be pain
a chime – to call your
attention inside
.
to probe and identify
things lost in the mud
of daily duties
.
to face them
to make them
clear and clean
.
tiding up a messy
self hoping for
lesser luggage
.
.
*
got a tooth ache
cause a fake one
says change me soon
.
I use my hands
maybe I don’t know
how to bite anymore
.
what does it mean
I haven’t made love
in a long time
.
on the opposite
I got a pointed pain
in my elbow
.
it puzzles me
I may have hit
your bony body
.
cause it has a bruise
and a tiny red scar
a hat on the ache
.
or maybe it was
when I held you as
you fell asleep
.
my arm did but not
me I kept on listening
then found myself
.
in a prayer
.
.
Mind the gap
if you wish
not to fall
.
on purpose built
so to remind you
.
not to step
out carelessly
.
to give thought
to give heart
to give pain.
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